Post by Kurosawa Jun on Jul 26, 2020 10:33:53 GMT -4
Jun liked cafes. For the most part at least. Once they got overly crowded and overly noisy their charm vanished a drop of water in the desert sun at high noon. Today was not such a day however. There were a fair amount of patrons but they weren't the noisy type and so their subdued chatter only added to the comfortable ambiance that made cafes so endearing. That and a freshly brewed mocca were a considerable improvement to a good book, something that was already highly enjoyable on its own.
The cafe in question was the 'Black Sand Inn and Cafe'. Jun had heard it mentioned a few times in a certain chat room but this was his first time actually there. He just might make a habit of attending however, if only just for the drinks. He'd have to commend the owner if he got the chance.
For now however Jun remained focused on his book, or at least he tried to. It was, truth be told, a thoroughly uninteresting read. It wasn't offensively bad or anything, nothing that would cause him to drop out halfway through as some books were. But enough that he would almost welcome any distraction. Not being engrossed in the book, Jun started fidgeting. He fiddled with the hem of his pastel pink skirt, adjusted the thin shoulder strap of his white, airy top and smoothed out his white stockings.
Jun looked up from the page, surveying the scenery of the cafe and the people there. It proved to be more interesting than the printed trite slog on his table. Some attendees were alone, like him, enjoying the relative solitude as a break from their potentially hectic lives. Others came in groups, though most common were pairs, lovers most like in varying stages of their relationship. For some the whole thing seemed almost routine, with not a hint of romance to it whereas others were downright sickening in their affectionate displays, feeding each others pieces of their cakes and gazing wistfully into one another's eyes. Jun had trouble understanding such behavior and so he found it fascinating. He observed one couple as the man fed his girlfriend a forkful of strawberry short cake. A passing thought wondered what that would be like and for a moment Jun pictured himself in the girl's place. But he failed to see the appeal and brushed it off.
"I can damn well feed myself." He muttered softly to himself.
The cafe in question was the 'Black Sand Inn and Cafe'. Jun had heard it mentioned a few times in a certain chat room but this was his first time actually there. He just might make a habit of attending however, if only just for the drinks. He'd have to commend the owner if he got the chance.
For now however Jun remained focused on his book, or at least he tried to. It was, truth be told, a thoroughly uninteresting read. It wasn't offensively bad or anything, nothing that would cause him to drop out halfway through as some books were. But enough that he would almost welcome any distraction. Not being engrossed in the book, Jun started fidgeting. He fiddled with the hem of his pastel pink skirt, adjusted the thin shoulder strap of his white, airy top and smoothed out his white stockings.
Jun looked up from the page, surveying the scenery of the cafe and the people there. It proved to be more interesting than the printed trite slog on his table. Some attendees were alone, like him, enjoying the relative solitude as a break from their potentially hectic lives. Others came in groups, though most common were pairs, lovers most like in varying stages of their relationship. For some the whole thing seemed almost routine, with not a hint of romance to it whereas others were downright sickening in their affectionate displays, feeding each others pieces of their cakes and gazing wistfully into one another's eyes. Jun had trouble understanding such behavior and so he found it fascinating. He observed one couple as the man fed his girlfriend a forkful of strawberry short cake. A passing thought wondered what that would be like and for a moment Jun pictured himself in the girl's place. But he failed to see the appeal and brushed it off.
"I can damn well feed myself." He muttered softly to himself.
